Hiya again! This is my second poem today. Hope you like. Plus, I figured out how to double space the stanzas!

Why, Father?

Standing beneath azure blue skies
Holding 2 swords, one I despise

Why, Father?

Why give such power to the weak
Instead of one at his peak?
Of human blood he reeks
Of him I rarely speak

Tell me, why, Father?

Two sons, two swords
Both of us, not to be lords
To the lord, give the sword of life
To the half-breed, power to end strife

Why, Father?

I was born to take life
Yet I once gave
It burns like a knife
But a child's life I did save.

Why, Father, was I cursed to take life, yet give it?

R&R!